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last night i was sleeping on my stomach, with my head on a pillow and my left arm beneath it. i woke up in the middle of the night in the same position which i guess i had been in for more than an hour, because my left arm was completely "asleep" due to my head on the pillow blocking the path of the blood. i tried taking it out from under the pillow, but i couldn't control it. it was as if it was paralyzed. the strangest feeling, i thought. so i reached out my right hand and grabbed it, and pulled it out, but my left arm couldn't feel the right hand grabbing it, or pulling it. it felt like it was some one else's arm, but even freakier because it was dry and it felt like i was playing with a corpse.
a few seconds later, i could feel the blood gushing through my veins, and it was like orgasm.
okay it wasn't, but it certainly was relieving in knowing that it actually wasn't paralyzed. some how i went back to sleep and had an uncanny series or dreams, which i can't remember now for the most part. the part i do remember goes something like this:
i'm at a party or a diner with some friends in new york, just talking... chillin... at one point, amanda shows up in the back of the bar, giggling and talking about the "stuff" like some kind of an italian mob person with the salvadorian cook, who turns out to be the friendly doorman from our old apartment!! i go, "whoaaa what are you doing? what stuff? are you going to shoot up?" amanda responds, "nothing... (chuckles)" and turns around. and the doorman/cook proceeds to start blowing some white powder through a straw in amanda's ear, and then in her eye, and she's loving it like some kind of a psychotic masochist junky whatever person!!! and the white stuff was supposed to be powder acid which is pretty funny now that i'm thinking about it.
none of my dreams make sense. ever.
i wonder why that is.
and then i woke up and had a semi crappy day and spent a good portion of my paycheck and got in a fight with that one boy and am pms-ing, and blah blah. maybe i'll talk about it later.
a few seconds later, i could feel the blood gushing through my veins, and it was like orgasm.
okay it wasn't, but it certainly was relieving in knowing that it actually wasn't paralyzed. some how i went back to sleep and had an uncanny series or dreams, which i can't remember now for the most part. the part i do remember goes something like this:
i'm at a party or a diner with some friends in new york, just talking... chillin... at one point, amanda shows up in the back of the bar, giggling and talking about the "stuff" like some kind of an italian mob person with the salvadorian cook, who turns out to be the friendly doorman from our old apartment!! i go, "whoaaa what are you doing? what stuff? are you going to shoot up?" amanda responds, "nothing... (chuckles)" and turns around. and the doorman/cook proceeds to start blowing some white powder through a straw in amanda's ear, and then in her eye, and she's loving it like some kind of a psychotic masochist junky whatever person!!! and the white stuff was supposed to be powder acid which is pretty funny now that i'm thinking about it.
none of my dreams make sense. ever.
i wonder why that is.
and then i woke up and had a semi crappy day and spent a good portion of my paycheck and got in a fight with that one boy and am pms-ing, and blah blah. maybe i'll talk about it later.